The Beginning

Note:This fanfic have incorporated with several movies and don't own said movies world as their are belong to their owners

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Death is nothing but a next big adventure -

Old man

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Earth

The day began like any other for Max The alarm clock blared, startling him awake, and he groggily silenced it. With a deep sigh, he dragged himself out of bed, his eyes heavy with sleep. As he went through his morning routine, it all felt so routine, so ordinary.

He dressed in his standard uniform: a crisp white shirt, a plain tie, and a pair of neatly ironed slacks. With his mind still half in a dream, he headed for the kitchen, grabbed a black coffee, and was out the door.

The city was alive with its usual cacophony. People hurried past, faces hidden behind newspapers or mobile screens, lost in their own worlds. Max blended into the rush moving with the steady rhythm of urban life.

As he turned onto Elm Street, his thoughts drifted to his day ahead. The meeting at work, the looming deadline, and his ever-present desire for something more than this predictable existence. He felt like a character in a story that had lost its plot.

Unbeknownst to Max, above his head, on the seventh floor of the nondescript apartment building, a scene was unfolding that would forever alter the course of his life. A flower pot, brimming with everyday flowers, teetered on the windowsill. It was just a typical decoration for the tenants.

But today, the flower pot began its journey downward, heading directly for Michael's path. Its descent seemed to defy the very laws of the world, guided by an invisible hand.

For a brief moment, Max's world came to a standstill. He looked up, just in time to see the pot's graceful arc through the air. The seconds stretched as he comprehended the surreal sight, but he had no time to react.

With an echoing shatter, the flower pot met its tragic end on Max's head. It was as if the universe had chosen this unassuming man for a twist of fate that would forever change his story. His ordinary life came to a crashing halt.

Passersby gasped, their everyday lives interrupted by the surreal occurrence. Panic and concern filled the air as they rushed to his side.

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N.p.c p.o.v

"Where am I? Why is this place so dark?" he muttered, the words escaping his lips in a whisper, but the sound seemed to vanish into the void.

Strangely, he couldn't hear his own voice, and a growing sense of unease settled upon him as he realized he couldn't feel his legs or his hands.

"Can someone switch on the light?" he tried again, but the silence remained, and the darkness persisted.

As his anxiety mounted, threatening to engulf him in a panic attack, a sudden burst of brilliance erupted, blinding him. He felt himself being lifted and cradled by strong, gentle arms, and a warm, soothing embrace enveloped him.

The world outside of the light remained a blur, and voices were indistinct. He couldn't comprehend the language, nor could he make out the faces of those surrounding him,he cannot remember his past and his name .

Time passed, how much he couldn't tell, but gradually, his senses matured, and he began to understand his surroundings and determined to create new memories and live a joyful life but fate has another plans for him.

[Author: joyful life hahah,no your life anything but pleasent (thunder strike in the background)]

Narrative p.o.v

The room was bathed in a soft, early morning light, and the peaceful serenade of birds outside served as a lullaby to the baby nestled in the crib. A beautiful women with her flowing blonde hair and warm brown eyes, approached the crib, her heart swelling with love. She reached down, scooping up her precious bundle, and as their eyes met, the baby's face broke into a radiant smile.

Kiara returned the smile, her maternal instincts kicking in as she softly whispered sweet words to her child, promising a day full of love and adventure. In her arms, the baby felt safe and cherished.

Just as she was caught up in this beautiful moment, a strong hand enveloped her shoulder. Kiara turned her head to see her husband, John, leaning on his crutches, his masculine figure a stark contrast to the gentle scene playing out before him.

"Well, the warrior is awake,but you know his name is kind a wierd" John remarked with a breathless chuckle, his gaze shifting between his wife's radiant face and their smiling child.

Kiara's eyes narrowed playfully, and she shot him an affectionate glare. "Hmm, it's a good name, right, baby?" she teased, glancing back at their child.

The baby, barely able to understand words, gave a tiny nod and formed a thought in the depths of his developing mind. ('Well, my name is weird for sure, but I like it. My name is...')

K..." Kiara continued, a smile on her lips. The room was filled with love and warmth as this new family started their day, embracing the unique name they had chosen for their little warrior.